An' O for ane an' twenty, Tam! An' hey, sweet are an' twenty, Tam! I'll learn my kin a rattlin' sang, [teach] An' I saw ane an' twenty, Tam. [If]
They snool me sair, and haud me down, [snub, sorely, hold] An' gar me look like bluntie, Tam! [make, a fool] But three short years will soon wheel roun', An' then comes ane an' twenty, Tam.
A gleib o' lan', a claut o' gear, [portion, handful of money] Was left me by my auntie, Tam; At kith or kin I need na spier, [ask] An' I saw ane and twenty, Tam.
They'll hae me wed a wealthy coof, [have, dolt] Tho' I mysel' hae plenty, Tam; But hear'st thou, laddie? there's my loof, [hand] I'm thine at ane and twenty, Tam!
Ye flowery banks o' bonnie Doon, How can ye blume sae fair? How can ye chant, ye little birds, And I sae fu' o' care?
Thou'll break my heart, thou bonnie bird, That sings upon the bough; Thou minds me o' the happy days, [remindest] When my fause luve was true.
Thou'll break my heart, thou bonnie bird, That sings beside thy mate; For sae I sat, and sae I sang, And wist na o' my fate.
Aft hae I rov'd by bonnie Doon, To see the wood-bine twine, And ilka bird sang o' its love, And sae did I o' mine.
Wi' lightsome heart I pu'd a rose Frae off its thorny tree: But my fause luver staw my rose, [stole] And left the thorn wi' me.
Ye banks and braes o' bonnie Doon, How can ye bloom sae fresh and fair? How can ye chant, ye little birds, And I sae weary fu' o' care? Thou'lt break my heart, thou warbling bird, That wantons thro' the flowering thorn; Thou minds me o' departed joys, Departed never to return.
Aft hae I rov'd by bonnie Doon, To see the rose and woodbine twine; And ilka bird sang o' its love, And fondly sae did I o' mine. Wi' lightsome heart I pu'd a rose, Fu' sweet upon its thorny tree; And my fause lover staw my rose, [stole] But ah! he left the thorn wi' me.
Simmer's a pleasant time, Flow'rs of ev'ry colour; The water rins o'er the heugh, [crag] And I long for my true lover.
Ay waukin O, [waking] Waukin still and wearie: Sleep I can get nane For thinking on my dearie.
When I sleep I dream, When I wauk I'm eerie; [superstitiously afraid] Sleep I can get nane For thinking on my dearie.
Lanely night comes on, A' the lave are sleeping; [rest] I think on my bonnie lad And I bleer my een with greetin'. [eyes, weeping]